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皮革 (@hide_peng): All for you
木板丙烯(acrylic wood), 80x60cm, 2026
ohhhh okay
(i still don‘t understand)
via chloe_yesss
don't like how normalized it is to call anti-abortion people pro-life. I even do it myself sometimes. let's all get better about that together okay? I know it is like the official name of their movement or whatever but it is a lie they've been allowed to get away with for too long
Aimee Nezhukumatathil, from Lucky Fish: Poems: “Foosh”
Gaston Bogaert, Le Memorial des Navigateurs
who else is up permanently feeling like they did something Wrong
hey man everyone loved how convenient and easily forgettable you were on earth. u were the least inconvenient person out there. my buddy told me you were super helpful and nice and didn't take up any space and just slid away from their mind as soon as they stopped looking at you. it was really impressive how little of an impression you made on anyone. sucks that it didn't save you man.
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
Gabriela Mistral, tr. by Velma García-Gorena, from Gabriela Mistral’s Letters to Doris Dana; “December 28, 1949”
[Text ID: “I hope for love, because I give it.”]
“Attending” (1973) by Hreinn Fridfinnsson ◇ Mirror in hand reverses above and below
painting this on the ceiling above my bed so it's the first thing i see upon waking in the morning and the last thing i see before falling asleep at night
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]